stagnanTVowels

INSTEAD (at Dogmatic, ca.2006) Here's a sketch for a group project, our last project which led straight into the nostalgia for another dead space scene. So much withering and morbid confusion in that time. Like panicked flesh, old skin should simply go (where, among the breakers there's a sudden cutaway and Dogmatic dies before seeing the world refreshed). Written with a slightly short hand, the words here confess an acuity for being dimly abrupt or all to easily drunk before noon on the weekend. Without surprise they go one after the other across the lined page of their splotched exam book. Maybe they regret what has happened, what they didn't do better, but they're only simple words. They didn't invent the automobile accident or the tragedy of knowing better.  Nothing more needs to be said about walking away. The last program at Dogmatic will be a walk through audio trip. There'll be no work, no objects. Instead the show will be descriptions of the works th...

fig.12.2 a) vera, vera wang "It's what I do. It's what I'm doing now," holding a great-twine, a promise to send... List away you, list further from the all or more crowd. It's possible that we've played this before. Like Inventionist-Kid in their Iventionist-Boat with all of those Inventionist-Islands to be had. Possible, me alone in a dark room. Me in the mist of the vale.  I remember that dance. Torn sheets and lavender, the host that lost her way.  You're the spitting image of my son. A possibility, another probable math being most accurate for making the unmade duck.